Chapter 653 The End of the Monster Tide
As one of Rodel's earliest adventurers, Povet had a clear understanding of his place.
Though a magus, he was merely at the preparatory level, the lowest tier.
Making a living within the adventurer's guild wasn't a problem for him, but deliberately provoking spellbeasts was asking for discomfort.
Even on such a battlefield, spellbeasts shouldn't be his target; there would naturally be stronger individuals tasked with handling them.
His real targets were the spellbeast subspecies, creatures in a similar position to him among beasts—beginning to break away from the ordinary ranks but not entirely transcended.
"Birds of a feather flock together," even on the battlefield, this adage held its sway.
A bear-like spellbeast subspecies, significantly larger than the average grey bear, roared as it climbed the city walls.
Povet's gaze instantly locked onto this massive creature, his broadsword angled ready, his footsteps quickening.
"Move aside! I've got this!"
He shouted to a few novice adventurers, dazed by battle frenzy, subtly altering his charge.
Instead of a head-on attack, he launched an assault from the side.
The bear-like creature's movements were actually not sluggish; the illusion of slowness stemmed from its massive size.
Had Povet foolishly charged straight on, he was certain the spellbeast subspecies would have fiercely swatted him at the moment of his approach—a scenario Povet wished to avoid at all costs.
Veering off course, Povet's swift silhouette traced an arc, initiating a surprise attack from the flank.
Mana surged forth, propelling Povet to greater speeds, a thin layer of mana brilliance adhering to his blade.
Thrust!
A move once utilized by Howard. The source of this content no/v(el)bi((n))
Though not as practiced in appearance, Povet's execution remained sufficiently precise.
His final acceleration disrupted the great grey bear's responses; its attempts to block Povet were futile.
He had observed Howard's thrust, aware that in such a speed-chasing maneuver, control is even more crucial than velocity itself.
Only proper control can prevent one from impaling themselves on an adversary's blade.
With a change in footwork, Povet rolled on the ground, dodging the bear's massive paw, the tip of his broadsword nearing the bare crescent on the bear's chest.
Hand thrusting forward, blade accelerating, footwork shifting, his form ultimately catching up.
As they passed by each other, his wrist exerted force, retracting the blade, and blood droplets splattered.
His body twisted to evade the bear's counterattack.
Povet finally stopped behind the bear, a faint mist exhaling from his lips.
The series of actions had pushed him to his limit; had there been any mishap along the way, he might have ended up beneath the bear, transformed into a shattered corpse.
Yet, in the end, he succeeded, granting Povet a fleeting illusion of invincibility.
Fortunately, he quickly returned to reality, aided significantly by the bear during this process.
Boom—
The bear's deafening roar brought Povet back to the harshness of reality.
His movements might have been agile, but that agility came at the cost of strength.
The grey bear also fled, giving Povet one last glance before leaping off the city wall.
Was that glance one of hatred? Povet couldn't precisely define it, but he knew he had likely gained a formidable nemesis.
"Maybe it's better to avoid traveling far too often from now on. Who knows, I might get ambushed someday," Povet mused, scratching his head while his gaze wandered over the city wall, no longer spotting any living beasts or spellbeasts in his field of vision.
The swarms of creatures beneath the city walls began to retreat!
Was this the end?
The grand beginning concluded in a manner that felt like punching into cotton—a dissonance that left everyone feeling something was amiss.
Logically, it was clear, yet no one could pinpoint the source of that peculiar sensation.
But one thing was unmistakably clear.
They had won; they had defended the walls and survived! That was the greatest victory of all.
"We... survived!"
Some stood in place, tears streaming down their faces unconsciously.
For some, this monster tide siege might not have been the worst scenario, but for those who had never experienced the chaos of war, this level of conflict was enough to stir their deepest fears.
Povet looked around, also releasing a sigh of relief.
Regardless of the cause behind that mana surge, there was no doubt it had saved Rodel.
...
As the blinding light faded, Howard was finally freed from the endless dizziness.
The moment he felt the solid ground beneath his feet, tears nearly spilled from his eyes.
Though the teleportation lasted only a brief second or two, to him, it felt infinitely elongated by hyperawareness, with the sheer disorientation causing unimaginable distress.
Dizziness itself wasn't the major issue; it was the duration it persisted.
Anyone spinning for an entire day could hardly stand steady without feeling off.
The moment he landed, Howard braced himself against the bedside, took a deep breath, and his gaze gradually focused.
Sitting on the bed for a few seconds, the floor once again flashed with white light, the pattern of the teleportation matrix flickered and vanished, and Nula's figure appeared in Howard's view.
"How was it?"
Seeing Howard practically collapsing onto the bed, Nula raised her eyebrows.
"Not good at all!" Howard mustered all his strength to sit up.
"I swear! I'll never use a teleportation spell again in my life! Even if it kills me, I won't do it!"
"That kind of torment is inhuman."
"Is it that severe? That dizziness should last only a second or two." Nula removed her cloak, beginning to clean the disguise from her face, "You can't even endure that for a couple of seconds?"
Curiously observing Nula's actions, Howard stroked his chin.
"How did you do that to your face? It looks completely different."
"It's the power of spells." Nula glanced at Howard, her look carrying a hint of scorn.
"Someone who took so long to master even the most basic spells probably won't get the chance to experience it."